Тексты песен «Jones Rickie Lee»

Rickie Lee Jones ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Oh, he's a lucky guy Oh, he's a lucky guy He doesn't worry about me...

How come he don't come and P.I.P. with me Down at the meter no more? And how come he turn(ed) off the t.v. And hang(ed) that sign on the door? Well we call and we call "How come?" we say Hey what could make a boy behave...

COOLSVILLE by Rickie Lee Jones I and Braggar, and Junior Lee, well that's the way we always thought it would be In the wind-strewn leaves of September, how we met Decked out like aces, we'd beat anybody's bet...

Rickie Lee Jones ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Eddie's got one crazy eye that turns him into a cartoon wahen a pretty girl comes by...

The most as you'll ever go Is back where you used to know If grown-ups could laugh this slow Where as you watch the hour snow Years may go by So hold on to your special friend Here, you'll need something to keep her in...

What's the matter with it? why's it look that way? What's the matter with it? what's it trying to say? What's that on its back? where's it trying to go? A mystical vision got dressed up one night Locked the door, walked...

Out on the range The quiet, endless still Where the wild S.S.I Whispers from these hills It's a petrified forest Trailer parks and fords And there ain't no goin' back Rodeo girl Saddle up There's no more credit in this...

Rickie Lee Jones ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ She was pregnant in May Now they're on their way Dashing thru the snow...

Rickie Lee Jones ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ But after all There are such things And these are the things Who'll...

Rickie Lee Jones ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ We go down round The far side of the tracks Lolitas playing dominoes and poker...

Rickie Lee Jones ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I say this was no game of chicken You were aiming your best friend That you wear like a switchblade...

Rickie Lee Jones ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dutch took 'em on the slow train to Peking on La Brea Avenue To find the Stax and Sun...